Ghost Cowboy

I was about eight years old at the time of this experience. I have had other occurrences with ghosts, but this one was the scariest. It will never be forgotten.

I was sharing a room with my younger sister on the second floor of our house. We slept in bunk beds that were located along the wall opposite of the bedroom door. I slept on the bottom bunk while she slept on the top. That night, I woke up for no apparent reason and got a feeling that someone was watching me. I turned to look at the door and froze when I saw a large black form of a man wearing a cowboy hat. I remember that I couldn't move or speak but just continued to stare. The man began to walk into the room and stopped about three feet from my bed. He was extremely tall. But I suppose, being so little, everything would seem big to me. I began to smell tobacco but still could not make out any of the man's facial features or the clothes he was wearing. All I could see was the black form and the shape of the cowboy hat on top of his head.

What happened next still chills me to death when I think about it.

Still scared stiff, I watched as the man slowly raised his arm and I then saw the black shape of a revolver in his hand. At that point I held my breath until I thought for sure that my lungs were going to explode. I can still remember the fear that was surging through my body at that time. I'm not sure just how long I was laying there with the man's gun pointed at me, but eventually he faded away. I lay in my bed for a good while before I got the courage to climb onto the top bunk and sleep with my sister.

The next morning I hardly thought about it and shrugged it off as a bad dream. But two nights later, the same thing happened again. Only this time, I knew what to expect and just kept my eyes closed the entire time. I remember praying that he would go away and opened my eyes to find that he was gone. I haven't seen him since and I'm very thankful for that.

Submitted by Christy Metzger, Wisconsin, USA